Page 5 of Pride

An extremely muscular man with shoulder-length brown hair and arms covered in tattoos stood amidst the three assholes who were trying to destroy my life.

Wearing worn jeans, boots, and a white wife beater, the new patron looked rough.

A safe kind of rough.

Having spent most of my life on military bases, I recognized most military insignia tattoos. One of his many tattoos stood out against the others. At least to me. The US Marine Corps’ Eagle, Globe, and Anchor provided me with hope that he would at least have enough courage to challenge the men for what they had been doing.

“Come here.” He extended his left hand and helped me from the booth. “Get in your car and go. I’ll take care of this,” he assured me.

I had no idea who he was, but of everyone in the bar, I felt he was the only man I could trust. I straightened my panties, buttoned my shorts, and stepped to his side. “My car’s broke down on the highway,” I said. “I walked here.”

He reached for his wrist, removed a hair tie, and quickly twisted his hair away from his face. “Go stand by the black Harley in the parking lot.”

“Just havin’ a little fun,” the one who was trying to pull off my panties said.

“You’re a fucking liar,” I snapped. “You were ripping my clothes off.”

The other two men spread out, stepping to the side of the idiot who was fondling me. I wasn’t about to go to the parking lot and leave my would-be savior alone. I was madder than I was scared, and I wanted to see someone pay for what happened to me. I walked to the edge of the bar and waited.

“Hey, hair tree. There’s no fightin’ in this bar. The boys was just havin’ fun,” the bartender said.

“Busting my lip and trying to gang fuck me isn’t having fun, you asshole,” I snarled.

One of the idiots turned his hat around backward and raised his fists. Apparently he was ready to fight.

Or, so he thought.

The man with the ponytail kicked his right foot into the chin of the asshole standing in front of him, knocking him to the floor. Before the other two men could react, he spun in a circle, hitting one of them with the back side of his fist. His free hand then shot toward the third man’s throat.

In a matter of five seconds, all three men were on the floor, moaning. The distinct sound of a pump shotgun being pumped shifted my attention toward the bar.

The bartender pointed the barrel directly at my Ponytail donning friend.

Where the fuck was that when I was being raped, asshole?

“It’s over. Get your long-haired ass out of here before you get yourself shot, stranger.”

Ponytail turned toward the bartender. “You might want to put that away before I take it from you.” he scoffed.

“I’m not playin’,” the bartender said.

Ponytail coughed a dry laugh. “Do I look like I’m fucking joking?”

Slowly and methodically, Ponytail walked toward the bar. Pete’s drunken eyes widened with each step he took. By the time the he reached the bar, Pete was off his stool and against the far wall. The bartender stood with the shotgun leveled, the shaking barrel a clear expression of his underlying fear.

Now standing within arm’s reach of the bartender with the barrel of the shotgun just a few inches from his face, Ponytail gave his demand. “I’ve killed more men than I can count, and adding you to the list wouldn’t bother me one fucking bit. You should have pulled that shotgun on the three pricks who were raping the poor girl, you worthless motherfucker. Now, put it down before you piss me off.”

The bartender lowered the shotgun slightly. As the barrel reached the height of the bar, Ponytail pulled it from the bartender’s hands with lightning-fast speed.

Holy shit.

With his eyes fixed on the bartender, he disassembled the shogun, tossed half of it on the floor, and turned toward me with the barrel in his hand. He nodded toward the row of empty booths.

“Is that your purse?” he asked.

Shit.

I stared for a few seconds before I responded. I couldn’t help it. Despite what had happened, my mind was thirty seconds into a daydream about my savior lathering himself up in a shower while I sucked his cock and drank champagne.